He lay under the bright light with gowned and masked figures hovering at each side. Numbed by a spinal block and beyond caring with the drugs. Oxygen wending its way through tiny tubes into his nostrils.
He tried to focus on time. One hour-fifteen minutes, the doctor had said. He heard the bone saw and knew that part of him was gone forever.
When they moved him onto a gurney, he knew it was only a few hours before he could walk on his new hip and was no longer afraid.